Her mind came to a grinding halt,
Her visage was white like a shroud,
Her fears jutted out from her heart,
Her doubts shimmering glow even in the dark.

In the midst of such turmoil
she stood tall,
Like a long standing rock
and despite being crumpled and torn
She refused to give up and adjourn.

For the world could take everything away from her,
but not the hope,
That stayed with her,
Her pride laced trope

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